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    Sunday, March 26, 2006

    Photo Friday: Smooth



    Clash!

    leaves split, travel in light speed
    as it hums a reflected bright beam
    gushing lines in a heartbeat
    it skips and serenades
    to look further down the parade

    ahead the lights
    wormholes of the night
    the wee in glancing and in non-stopping
    smoothly voyaging
    threading its own sight

    as an awe of ray
    cast the fumes away
    as the shadows of red
    pass and burn and palpitate

    chasing the light
    unalterable coalition
    a union of souls

    not hearing
    but feeling their ply
    to touch and grasp in eager flight

    set the castings ablaze
    into the valleys
    into a sky bent upwards

    waves of the horizon
    fluidifies -
    a buoyant delusion
    thoughtless rapidly leaving a sign

    Clash!

    a façade of raging lines
    racing to nowhere
    outlining the sky
    as they meet
    multi-souls entwined.

    and i gasp

    bear witness

    and watch.



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    note: I had so much to do these past weeks that I wasnt able to post for a while. But here is something I wrote while travelling, and my entry for this week's theme at Photofriday, hope you all like it.

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    Monday, March 13, 2006

    Photo Friday: Red



    Longing

    You walk by the distance
    i stare as you pass by, in my seat,
    just holding your memory instead,
    in my sight, in my spirit, in my head.
    your shadow moving, i glimpse
    but what i saw are only remnants
    of you being there, being here.
    and you'd remain only in my mind's eye
    as i consume the fire of you
    and the distance remained cruel
    and the fates remained waiting
    can't move the oceans
    to cut the distance yet
    can't make the sky fall
    to shorten time yet
    can't pass through this mirror to
    come to you or you here
    no, not yet.

    I'm looking at an empty chair
    infront of me. a coffee for two
    but only without you.
    i look at the sun rise
    while you see it set.
    it blurs the lines of reason
    it feeds the chains of time
    as the lone and level sands stretch as far
    and by this distance
    the ache for you remain
    remain to only ache, incessantly.
    please hold my hand as i fly
    and float in our dreamland
    make it true, make it real,
    longing for you.. only you.



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    note: "Red Cafe" photo taken last December,2005, my entry for this week's Photofriday

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    Tuesday, March 07, 2006

    Illo Friday: insect... and a story...




    600 x 800
    MS Paint




    "Something"


    I have a recurring scene in my head...

    I find myself running
    in the middle of an old dark swamp
    my every pace, my every step, is forcedly slow
    as the water flow against the direction I am heading.
    I hear the howling of the dark night.
    Not looking back I know that I have to escape
    to run away from something, something that makes
    all my emotions, all my thoughts, wanting to flee.

    I feel through my toes
    weeds and leaves and painful stones
    but I have to move on, stopping will cost too much time
    not even for a catch of breath
    not even for a glimpse of what's behind me.

    I feel the thick cold water
    circling against my feet.
    My legs are weak from the knees down, and still
    I have to run.

    I wanted to stop
    but I feel something is getting close.
    Panting, a warm malodorous breath almost touched my neck.
    And I knew I had to stop. No way out. Nowhere to go.
    I halted and froze.
    I closed my eyes and anticipated to be taken and devoured.
    A thousand scenes ran in a split second in my head
    I was scanning within the last memories why I am here.
    Where have I been? And where am I heading?

    Then the warm beating breath
    blew strands of hair from the side of my ears across my cheeks.
    I feel my back exposed, my skin colder than the freezing water.
    Those dreadful seconds felt like eternity wrapped in seconds.
    Take me now please, don't prolong the agony.

    A loud ghastly deep scream echoed behind me.
    Getting closer, it struck an abysmal growl.
    Something fell on the water, as a gush of waves
    almost knocked down my knees.

    Then I fainted.

    As my body slowly drifts down to the murky water,
    a catch of two arms saved me.
    I knew nothing more except that I didnt fell deep in the water,
    except that in the mid of passing out and drowning, I was caught.
    And the darkness around me enveloped my sight.


    I woke up as the sun melts the tears from my eyes.
    I felt my body still trembling, both from the coldness
    and the unknown mystery of what just happened.

    Exhausted and yet relaxed,
    I found myself lying on a grassland hill.
    stretched out in the grass with buzzing insects.
    Still damp, my clothes and hair dripping to the ground.
    My fingers glazing through daffodils
    that carpeted the edge of the hill.
    My toes, just paces away from a lake.

    Strangely, this lake was different
    from where I recall running through.
    It's wider and blue, gentler and clear.

    (and the recurring stops here.
    today my dream finalizes...)

    A gush of thrill suddenly struct me.
    I realized where I am now, as I noticed a shadow
    suddenly blocking the sun's rays to my side.
    words came out as I whispered...
    It was you all along. Thank You.

    His arms opened as he offered to take my hand.
    Then I knew it was going to be alright
    from now on.


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    Atomicvelvetsigh © March 7,2006

    soundtrack: Ecstacy of Saint Theresa - Her Eyes Have It

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